Here it is the 29th of May and I’m reaching for a jacket as I take the dogs out. The temperature outside is 55 degrees after a surprisingly powerful storm moved through the area around 10:00 last night. I had been watching the system on radar all day but thought it might well miss us completely. After all, it wasn’t that big and for the most part appeared to be nothing more than a decent rain shower. It was moving quickly enough that I wasn’t worried. I should have zoomed in and taken a closer look. The rain arrived with a force heavy enough to limit visibility to about 25 feet. Wind caused the roof of the carport to sound as though it might come off. Then came the hail; small enough to not be an issue, but loud enough to send Hamilton looking for the protection of a blanket.
This cool front has been nice, though. We went hiking/walking at the park yesterday and after three miles I’d yet to work up a decent sweat. Of course, any perspiration I produce tends to be from humidity, not extreme effort. Tipper and I were walking the perimeter of the park while Kat and G were off on a more challenging trail. They finished their trail and were back to the car before Tipper and I were halfway around the park. Setting speed records was not something to which we aspire. We finished up with a buffalo chicken salad that Kat made for us.
There was a bit of pseudo-drama as one of our younger neighbors was arrested yesterday afternoon. Exactly what the charge(s) might be, I can’t say. She was heard telling officers “I didn’t have a knife,” which may refer to an altercation a couple of weeks ago that saw her ex-boyfriend arrested. All her protesting was to no avail, though, and after roughly 30 minutes of them all standing outside listening to her rebuttal of the charges, while handcuffed, she was taken away. A female roommate called the woman’s mother who showed up, said something I couldn’t hear to the cops, and then called former roommates/boyfriends to “come get your shit because ain’t no one coming in after I lock the front door.”
Yeah, we have really classy neighbors.
Yesterday still felt a lot like a holiday so I was caught off guard when I got a note from my endocrinologist. After considering the up-and-down of my sugar levels this past week, she wants me to try doubling the med, one in the morning, and one at night. There’s a risk here, though. As we’ve seen already, there are times when the meds can drop my sugar momentarily by over 100 points. This can be a bit dangerous. So, I’m not going anywhere today, and possibly not tomorrow, without taking someone with me. We’ll see how everything goes.
A notification came this morning that there are changes coming to my health insurance by July 1, but the letter is extremely confusing. I’m going to need some help making any sense of it. The bottom line is that as long as the chemo is covered, I’ll survive. There are other considerations, though, and I don’t want to make anything worse while trying to make things better. I’m hoping Kat can help translate the letter.
I’m tired. I need to eat. Maybe I’ll do something with pictures later. We’ll see.
Morning Update: 05/28/2024
Everything is running late this morning because of having to deal with an issue of censorship and doxxing on the part of a wannabe replacement for college journalism. They obviously have no real journalistic integrity because what they’re doing in article after article would get them fired at any legitimate newspaper. But hey, that’s not new for religiously-based right-wing nut jobs, is it?
I am sore beyond belief this morning after taking a rather hard tumble yesterday afternoon. We have a baby gate separating the kitchen from the living room so that the dogs don’t get into the trash and aren’t underfoot while someone’s trying to cook. I was leaning on the gate (a no-no) and talking with Kat when the gate fell and I went with it. No bones were broken, thankfully, but skinning your knee when you’re 63 hurts a lot more than when you were three. At least, that’s how it feels. Every bone in my body felt that impact.
Apparently, I’m going to have to limit my diet to proteins only. Everything else is either making me ill or causing my sugar to go crazy. Yesterday morning, my sugar was at 105, which is on the high end of being okay. When I took it again an hour after eating dinner (pizza), it was 237! I think that may be the largest single-day jump I’ve ever had, and that’s with taking my meds at noon. We’ll continue to try different combinations, short of starving myself, and see what we can do to get the glucose down to a reasonable level, but damn, why can’t this involve more cherry pie and less pain and suffering?
There’s been talk over the past 24 hours about us possibly taking a family hike this morning. I don’t know if it’s actually happening, though. I’ve not seen G emerge from his bedroom yet. Tipper’s not too excited about being out in nature, either. We all could use the exercise, to be sure. Walking around the house in circles is the kind of thing that triggers my not-so-latent insanity. Maybe a good hike would work the soreness out of my bones.
What I know I don’t need is anyone else pissing me off this morning. High blood pressure does not work well with the cancer. That means I need to stay away from news headlines this morning because there was more egregious nonsense committed yesterday, especially in North Carolina than should ever happen anywhere on any day. That it happened on Memorial Day is inexcusable and, to any reasonable mind, would disqualify a whole host of people from holding office. That’s not the way nut jobs think, though, and so help me, they’re proliferating at a rate that would make rabbits jealous.
But we’re not talking about that. Nope. Not gonna say a word. Biting my tongue. Hard.
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